entry 25, feb 8th

This is an excerpt from my story Warmness on the soul

The whole way there she was blabbing about how stuff works. What I will be doing. This and that. The only thing I had gotten out of it was a headache.

When we reached that dreaded motel, I ditched my car and bolted for my room. I wanted away from that crazy lady. I shut the door and locked it. I even put a chair against the door handle. I didn’t want anything to do with her anymore. It was all hell.

I plopped down on my bed and clung to my sides. I didn’t realize how hungry I was until now. I really haven’t eaten in a while. I didn’t plan on going back out their either. Not with her out there. Waiting for me like a lion stalks its pray. I could wait a few more hours till the sun had set to go out and find a fast food joint or something. I had about fifty dollars with me and I know no matter how long I make it last, it’ll never be enough to support me for all my needs.

I began to wonder why she was all obsessed with me. It was so weird, it didn’t make sense at all. I’m clearly the opposite of her. She likes to talk obviously and I’m the sit in the corner type.

I crawled out of bed and searched my bag for something to eat. I really didn’t want to risk going back out side. Not with her there out there. I know she’s watching my door handle. The moment I twist the damn thing she’s going to be there.

I sighed at my failed attempt. I looked out the window debating on if I could make it or not.

I slowly opened the door and crept out onto the door mat. I looked both ways and talked to my car. I made it and was able to drive off with out alerting anyone. I half expect sirens to go off when I drove out of the drive way. Isn’t that just sad?

I made my way to a fast food joint. I just needed something to get me through the night until I went back to hell in the morning. I had thought that this job would’ve been a good idea. I was wrong. I was so so so terribly wrong.

I pulled away and made my way back to the motel. I was doing way to much driving. That’s all it seems that I am doing but what do you expect? I’m nearly homeless, I’m being stalked, and I’m board out of my mind.